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Willy's epilogue differs greatly from Jack's. I hope you like this one as well. Well, this is the
official end. Once again, thanks to all of you who read, all my reviews mean so much to me.
Chapter 26
A Clean Start
Mr Willy Wonka woke up in his own purple bed and smiled in his perfect way. Then he immediately noticed the hair on his face and ran to his bathroom to shave. He figured that Charlie had shown the rogue the invention room, and the hair tonic. So, shaving was only a temporary solution. But it was a solution.
He sighed in satisfaction when looked like himself again and went to change into his purple and black clothes. He rubbed the gold on his "W" pin, thanking his lucky stars it was all over. He looked at his hands, and went to retrieve a pair of colorful plastic gloves from his drawer. He was now him again. He looked everywhere for his hat and tried to remember where he left it last. Then he remembered, the Buckets'.
Willy grabbed his cane from the stand next to the door, and hummed all the way to the little house in his not so little factory.
"Good morning, Buckets." Mr Wonka said entering the humble shack and caressing his newly found hat. "Mr Wonka?" A small Bucket inquired.
"Yes, Charlie, it's me." The boy went to hug his old and dearly missed friend. Willy didn't need to repeat his mantra, he was home, and he was glad. He even ventured so far as to pat Charlie on the back. His old ways kicked in immediately after.
"Okay, that's enough." Charlie rolled his eyes and took his place at the table, where the Buckets were eating breakfast.
Mr Willy Wonka looked at the family with happiness. Even if he wouldn't admit it, these people meant a lot to him. They were his family, and he just couldn't stand the thought of being without them. He put his hat back and took his seat across from Charlie, overjoyed he was home.
Mr and Mrs Bucket exchanged glances and Mr Bucket hid the morning paper behind his back. This did not go unnoticed by a very sly Willy.
"Whatcha got there?" "Oh nothing, Mr Wonka." "Can I see it?" Mr Bucket ever so slowly handed him the newspaper. All the Buckets looked at the ground as Mr Wonka read the morning's headlines.
"The famous candy maker, Mr Willy Wonka, was arrested yesterday for making a man a eunuch. Cell mate tells all." Willy read it several more times before accepting that what he was reading was indeed what he was reading.
He laid the paper down and looked at Charlie. "Um, you're gonna have to explain all this later, kay? And then we're going to have to do some serious damage control. But right now, I just want to sit here and enjoy a quiet meal without weird women, slappers, and mumblers. Okey dokey?"
And Mr Willy Wonka did just that. He then made an antidote to his hair tonic, much to his and that poor Oompa Loompa's relief. The press was only too happy to have an interview with the one and only Mr Wonka, and they retracted their story for the favor. And as for the bartender; well he was persuaded to drop the charges, you see he had a thing for pink sheep.